Paula parrot is my name. I once was wild, but now I'm tame
A chatterbox who likes to talk!
Some news to share? Let's take a walk!
Now tell me what's the latest scoop?
Oh! Watch your step! There's Dodo poop!
When I fly around the zoo, I'll likely make a friend or two
Some call it weird, or quite absurd, to chatter with the other birds
and sometimes share a joke or two, with Ollie Ostrich, and Adolf Emu
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I look the Cuckoos in the eye
We shoot the breeze, and share some pie
and when I leave, with teary eyes, they flap their wings, and shout "Good Bye!"
I pass on by and say "G'day", to Hippity Hoppity Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, a "How are you??" to Mr. Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps, do acrobats, and say "Ell...o" to Elephants...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......he's caught a bug, and cannot roar!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr.....so he can growl, just as before!!
For Penguins shivering on the ice...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I'll take a swim, with dolphin friends, and saddle up, my pal the Whale
He wants to know some shocking news, and promises he'll never tell.
Zack the Zebra, in black and white, pajamas worn, in fancy stripes
I tuck him in, a bed of straw, "Sleep well, my friend and "Nighty Night!"
It seems bizarre ....to talk to those, who live a life behind those loathesome bars...
I chat a lot, perhaps it's looney...but they have told me, "We are lonely"...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!
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For Contest sponsored by Just the Archaic Poet ..."Personalize an Animal" 12/31/13

As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl, who didn't sleep a wink
" What time do you have" asked the owl
" It's a quarter to nine"
Said the tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on my hunting spree" the owl replied
As he flew off into the night
"Oh my, I'm running late"
exclaimed the field mouse
As he looked at his watch
while hurrying to get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch

I do not fly but waddle far.
For fun I slide on my tummy.
And if I have my eye on a mate
I'll feed them fishes so yummy!
Singing a love song is common for me.
To attract a mate I'll croon.
And if I leave the colony sometime
I'll surely be back soon.
Under the water I really can't breathe.
But can hold my breath a short while.
I spend my time mostly at sea.
But when on shore I make humans smile.
You'll point at me and giggle out loud.
I know you think I'm cute!
But don't try to capture me I plead.
Just admire my black and white suit.
A little bit like you humans I am.
Sometimes I mate for life.
Yet other times I play the field.
Perhaps even cheat on my "wife"!
So here I go to dive and plunge
where the water is deep and cold.
Just some things you should know about me.
I'm amazing-if I may be so bold!
for Archaic Poet's animal personification contest

This place is full of bigness
the dog is big, the masters foot is big
And I am small, a mouse, a house mouse
I scurry about in the dark
crumbs are beautiful things, I eat
But I feel small, a mouse, a house mouse
I am warm and dry, but afraid
I live my life afraid, of their bigness,
of the cat, of hunger, of being caught
The little girl smiled...
She said, a little darling, cutest thing!
Mama,, look a mouse..
I am not a thinker, simple me
Just a mouse, a house mouse....

Paradise
I ramble and marvel on the alluring paradise I reside
Tall green pine trees spear to reach to the heavens gratified
A Few scattered pine that have lost the will to survive
Sounds of the wildlife the forest obscures and they thrive
The wondrous mountain range with tall timber surrounds me, enticing to explore
Lush green, brown grass and enchanting flowers in bloom I spoor
The crystal clear rivers and ponds stocked with a rainbow of fish in sight
The clear blue sky with scattered clouds and birds in flight
Through the high brush, I saunter enjoying my paradise, below
I catch sight of a couple, midway in a wallow in the meadow
Feasting on salal and brush
I rush to the underbrush
At a distance I hear the bugle of an old elk calling and gathering his harem
I wonder if I should challenge the old elk but his way up on the rim
By: Eve Roper
1/24/2015

Now to the world of the amphibians
In search of my dear web foot friend
A native of all lands with countless fans
Croaks in tears and nears his dead end
Now to the fresh water and pond
In search of my web foot friend amidst the fog
To the rescue i come like the legendary bond
to save my web foot friend the frog

The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.

Phil Punxsutawney
("Those who have knowledge, don't predict. Those who predict, don't have knowledge.”)
I must confess that I am quite amazed
That my shadow has brought me
Much fame.
I was named after the Great King Philip
So it got me a name.
If you embrace me to predict
when the spring will arrive
after a long spell of winter,
It’s a lot of pressure to put on
a guy like me who’s so shy.
I know it so happened in 1886
when my ancestor came out of his hole
to see if it was the time to come out.
Some farmers saw him but I’m not sure
if that was for his shadow’s prediction.
I am not one of the gods to predict
What the supreme has in store.
I appreciate the farmers of
Mississippi and Arkansas observing
The day on 14th February, twelve days
Later as not to have any controversy.
I’m sure my fellow animals
Like moles, hornets and squirrels
Will join me on these hearsays.
If a mole digs its 2 ½ feet deep,
Expect severe weather;
If two feet deep, not so severe
But if one foot deep, a mild winter.
If hornets build their nests near the ground
Expect a cold and early winter.
If the squirrel’s tale in late summer was bushy
Expect a cold, cold winter.
I only wish the candles are blessed, lit
And borne in a procession to pray Jesus
Being the light of the day.
May you call this a fantasy
I don’t mind as I live in India
And have no idea what the winter is.
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January 24, 2015
Form: Free verse (Personification)

Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand nearly six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
My brethren and I
once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished us
for tens of thousands of years
Running at speeds of
over thirty five miles per hour
across the prairies
in herds that stretched
as far as the eye could see
our hooves created
a thunderous sound
that shook the earth
causing it to tremble
like an earthquake
When packs of wolves attacked us
we surrounded our calves
kept our heads down
flashed our horns
and charged them
to fight them off
At times though
we were not able
to save our young
our old and ill brethren
when they were separated
from the protection
of the herd
The redskins were
the only human beings
we knew at that time
Though they hunted us
with bows and arrows
to feed themselves
and to satisfy their desire
for shelter and other needs
they did not waste
any part of our bodies
They respected us
and we respected them
We lived in harmony
for thousands of years
It was the advent
of the whiteskins
that initiated our decimation
They brought in large
four-legged creatures
that could keep up with
and even outrun us
The redskins realized this
tamed those creatures
sat on their backs
and hunted us
using their bows and arrows
like they did before
They killed more of us
but again they took only
as much as they needed
and did not waste
any part of our bodies
so we continued to
co-exist in harmony
It was that long mysterious stick
that the whiteskins brought in
that triggered our demise
From a great distance
it made a loud noise
and something hit us
that we could not see
but it inflicted severe
pain and agony
Some of us fell to the ground
and died quickly
while others struggled
but were injured so badly
that they died soon after
We were helpless against
this long mysterious stick
We were slaughtered
in our millions
They left our dead bodies
to rot and decay
where we fell
Sometimes they took away our coats
Other times they cut out
our tongues only
and left the rest
of our dead bodies
to putrefy and decay
on the prairie grasslands
that we had trod on proudly
for thousands of years
This is my epitaph
for I just saw the glint
of the sunlight
on the long mysterious stick
heard its thunder
and felt something
go deep into my insides
as I fall to the ground
I am on way to meet
my proud ancestors
who once roamed
these lands in freedom as
Lords Of The Prairies

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

They are the hunters
With guns and cages
Walking in the wild
Chasing our lives.
We hold our hands
With a fear in our eyes
Afraid of death
Run for our lives.
We run in places
Where no one ever sees
Holding our breaths
Just to save our lives.
Why everyone disagrees?
We live in this place
Purely innocent
To kill our lives.

The Unusual Ballad of Lily and Pierre
Feline Lily strolled one day
and behold who did she see,
Pierre, the Tom cat of her dreams
under a cherry tree.
She gazed at him, he winked at her
from that day it was their plight,
they were destined for each other
it was true love at first sight
.
She admired his wiry long black hair
on his back a white stripe too,
but she had one little problem
she didn't know what to do.
In certain situations
at any time or given day,
he sprayed a putrid odor
that seemed to never go away.
She didn't know how to tell him
that he really stunk,
and he didn't know to tell her
that he actually was a skunk.
Lily couldn't bear to leave him
and so the story goes,
she chose to wear a clothespin
daily on her nose.
I guess the lesson learned here,
whatever flaws you think you've got,
true love can rise and overcome
WHETHER
you're a skunk or not.

Hi, this is Donkey !
an animal with no complain
either you love me or disdain
I am sad
but not mad
as you think of me
and you dont want to be
called by my name
for you its a shame !
how cruel is your approach
yet you will encroach
upon my world
to carry the loads
of your dirty clothes
this is the irony
of my agony
that I am born like this
wish I could be a fish
of your pond
but alas ! I am just an animal
with an ugly sound !
as I am not strong
so you will prolong
the insult on my community
cant i live with dignity?????????????????????????????
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this is not a donkey's perpective but i relate myself with this animal too...sorry again!